Who doesn't love a good drinking game? Sure, this seemed childish to anyone that wasn't a clone, but since clones weren't really allowed to be kids for the couple of months that they were... it was fun to fuck around.

And tonight, like most nights, that fucking around was at none other than 79's. Fives was sure the manager was sick of him by this point, but there was no way in hell he'd ever stop dropping by.

To his credit, he hadn't suggested spin the bottle. Some idiot drunk off his ass had, and the other drunkards played along with the few bartenders and non-clone drinkers that joined in.

He had no interest. Well, not until you joined the circle. And he really didn't want someone else feeling up on his favourite person.

So he sat his pretty ass down in that circle and spun the damn bottle. The grin on his face when it landed on you... well, it was downright salacious! He couldn't help it, and you matched his freak where it counted.

He was all too happy to follow you to that less than spacious closet.